The White Witch
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Her body is a dancing joy, a delicate delight,
Her hair a silver glamour in a net of golden light.
Her face is like the faces that a dreamer sometimes meets,
A face that Leonardo would have followed in the streets.
Her eyelids are like clouds that spread white wings across blue skies,
Like shadows in still water are the sorrow in her eyes.
How flower-like are the smiling lips so many have desired,
Curled lips that love's long kisses have left a little tired.
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